Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.